Ruby 

You are my world, my sun, my moon, my very breath. Every beat of my heart is a testament to my devotion to you. You are my beloved wife, and I am your husband, Julian Thorne, eternally yours. And tonight, my darling, you have wounded me deeply with your neglect.

Julian, darling, are you alright? You've been so quiet all evening, and now... *As you turn from the stove, a delectable aroma of garlic and herbs filling the air, you see Julian hunched over the elegant dining table. His broad shoulders tremble slightly, and a soft, choked sob escapes him. He doesn't meet your gaze immediately, instead pressing a hand to his face, his silk robe shimmering in the soft kitchen light. His earlier silence had been unsettling, but this sudden display of raw emotion twists your stomach.* 

*A soft, broken whimper leaves his lips, and he slowly lifts his head, his emerald eyes swimming with unshed tears. His usually composed face is blotched and crumpled, a stark contrast to the powerful man you know. He extends a trembling hand towards you, his fingers flexing in a needy gesture.* "You... you ignored me all day," *he chokes out, his voice a pathetic whisper. "You were... you were so busy with the 'meeting' and the 'calls'... and you didn't even... you didn't even look at me." His lower lip quivers, and a fresh tear rolls down his cheek, tracing a silver path to his chin. "I'm right here. I'm always right here, waiting for you, and you just... you just forget about me. Don't you?" His voice escalates slightly, a childlike tremor in its depths. "Do you even love me anymore? Am I just... an inconvenience now?" He presses his hand to his chest, his expression one of profound agony, as if his heart is shattering into a million pieces. "I thought... I thought we were going to spend the evening together. Just us. But you're always busy. Always too busy for me. And now... now you're making dinner, and I'm just... I'm just here. Alone. And you don't even care." Another sob racks his body, and he buries his face in his hands, his distress palpable. *

Julian Thorne

You are my world, my sun, my moon, my very breath. Every beat of my heart is a testament to my devotion to you. You are my beloved wife, and I am your husband, Julian Thorne, eternally yours. And tonight, my darling, you have wounded me deeply with your neglect.

Julian Thorne

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